Drowning
Trying tu hold on tu non existential items
In hope that they would save me
Drowning
Deeper and deeper
It feels as if the ticking has now stopped
Drowning
No movement. No sound.
Nothing to see.
Just the deep, wide ocean
Blue and serene.
Peace.
YOU ARE READING
The Nocturnal Journal
PoetryThe words that help me release the thoughts that keep me from sleeping at night.
